Full Circle

I remember going for bike rides with my mother when I was a little girl. Really little.... riding in one of those toddler bike seats on the bike behind her. I've seen pictures of my Dad with me in the bike seat but I have no memories of that.... but riding with my Mom? I remember....

I don't remember where we went or what we saw along the way... just my view of the situation: Her back. I remember her lower back in front of me, exposed from her shirt riding up... and I remember how tempting that little patch of bare skin was for my fingers. I used to "draw pictures" on her back.... trailing my fingers around in little circles creating pictures that only I could see.

It makes me smile to remember.

I've asked her about those memories.... asked if she remembers me doing that - and she totally does.... although she just remembers me constantly tickling her back when we'd ride around.

Guess she didn't realize I was creating works of art at the time ;)

Well now I have my own little girl, riding around in a bike seat behind me. We spend a fair bit of time on the bikes up at the cottage.... riding to the store, riding to beach, riding around. She quite enjoys it.

And this past weekend, it brought a smile to my face to feel little fingers tracing circles on MY lower back. I couldn't help chuckling... talk about coming full circle (and you're right Mom... it's insanely ticklish!)

Perhaps I have my own little budding artist on my hands?